She's my Ex-husband
4 DMS

Salsa blocked the apartment door button and rushed in and slammed her body on the bed. Seeing that, a man who was busy with his tab immediately approached.

"What else is it?" Ask the man.

Instead of answering, Salsa turned her back to hide her cries.

The man sighed and sat down next to Salsa. He wore the beautiful mane of Salsa and pulled slowly Salsa's shoulder so that the woman showed her face. Not the first, almost every come, Salsa always crying or raging.

"I don't like seeing you cry Sa. Stop, stop crying for that guy."

Salsa got up and hugged the burly man. "Until when do I have to believe Ben, I'm tired." Salsa was interrupted by his sobbing.

The man's name is Benedict, a handsome man of spayol descent. They met when Salsa was in college in the US. Ben is a painter. It was from that same hobby that they ended up close.

Since the beginning of the meeting, Ben had put his heart on Salsa, especially after several times they did ounces, Ben was increasingly unable to release Salsa. But Salsa's decision to marry Elgar, is appreciated by Ben. According to him love cannot be forced, he is willing to release Salsa for the happiness of the woman.

But since Salsa often confides in her unhappy household, Ben reaffirms his intention to pursue Salsa's love. He was willing to leave his country to live in Indonesia to be close to Salsa.

But for 4 years they have been together, established a relationship without status, Salsa has not been willing to leave Elgar for Ben.

"Let go of Elgar, Sa. It's time you were happy. There's me Sa, I'm ready to make you happy." Ben said sincerely.

Salsa. "I love El, Ben. So don't make me leave her."

Ben smiled bitterly. "Love? The one you love is me, but you still don't want to admit it Sa. You still can't make peace with the situation, you can't accept if Elgar doesn't love you anymore."

"Stop Ben, stop, I'm sick of hearing it."

Ben snorted in annoyance, wasn't he the one who should be fed up. Made an escape for years without certainty. Trying to accept even though he is always there but always numbered duakan.

But he again had to be patient. If the debate is extended, Salsa chooses to leave instead.

"Want me make some pasta before we go to Paris?" Bargain Ben's. It is better to change the mood of Salsa than to invite her to argue.

Salsa nodded. They will be going to Paris for a few days. Ben and his friend organized an exhibition there. Later, there are also Salsa paintings that are on display.

Ben went from the bed to the kitchen. There's always a stock of pasta in his kitchen cupboard because it's Salsa's favorite food. He boiled the pasta and prepared the ingredients for the sauce. While he was busy, there was an arm around his stomach.

"Want me to help you?" Bargain Salsa while leaning her head on Ben's back.

Ben took off Salsa's hand and turned around. Kissed Salsa's lips at a glance and lifted and sat the beautiful woman on the kitchen table.

"You just have to sit and watch me, honey." Say Ben while gently rubbing Salsa's cheeks.

Ben continued cooking, while Salsa only watched him while giving a brief peck as the man approached.

"How about, if after our business in Paris is over, we go to Madrid. Didn't you say you missed your family there?"

Ben immediately frowned. They will be in Paris in less than two weeks. That's been a while, usually Salsa doesn't want to be abroad for long, but this time, the woman herself proposed it for longer. Even if they were once a month abroad.

"What's the problem?" Ben asked as he looked into Salsa's eyes and clasped her hands. It can't be like this if everything's okay.

"I'm lazy to see my mom."

"He mentioned the child again?"

Salsa nodded.

...----------------...

Tonight, Mila was already preparing with after-pants material and blous. Although Mr. Raka has said that tonight there is no need for formal wear, but he still wears it. For him, whether in the office or not, work is still work, so he wants to always be professional.

Thirty minutes to 8 o'clock, Mila knocks on Mr. Raka's room door. It is better to wait for clients in restaurants than to be waited for. The image of the company must be maintained so that clients increasingly believe in its performance.

"Are you ready Mil?" Ask Mr. Raka who just opened the door.

"Already sir, come on."

Mr. Raka nodded then walked out and locked the door back.

"I told you, no need to dress formally. This dinner is just a regular dinner. I know Mister Smith very well, he's a relaxed person." Said Mr. Raka as they walked hand in hand towards the elevator.

Mila simply responded with a nod and a smile. He would rather dress like this.

The hotel wasn't so crowded tonight, there were only the two of them in the elevator.

"How do I look Mil? If I wear a casual gini shirt, look younger, don't you?" Ask Mr. Raka while paying attention to his appearance on the elevator wall.

They both stepped out as soon as the elevator opened. Whether it's a hallucination or a real one, Mila is like seeing Elgar get into the elevator next door.

Was that really Elgar? But why is he in Bandung?

"What's Mil?" Ask Mr. Raka when Mila flinch in front of the elevator.

"Ti, there's nothing sir, come on." He took Mr. Raka to the restaurant.

Because it is not yet 8, Mila and Pak Raka still have to wait for the arrival of Mister Smith.

"Where to stay in Jakarta, kerasan?" Ask Mr. Raka.

"Alhamdulilah sir, kerasan. How advanced is the country of the people, the country itself is much more comfortable."

"I totally agree. Yeah, even though the salary there is a lot bigger, hahaha." Canda Pak Raka's.

"It could be father."

"Today I got my first salary?" Mila nodded. "Definitely in shock, it can usually be thick, uh.it's thin now." she licked.

"No sir. The cost of living in Singapore and Jakarta is different. So it's only natural that his salary is different."

Their chatter comes to a halt when mister smith and his assistant arrive. True what Mr. Raka said, mister smith his person is very relaxed. Talking about business feels really fun and is far from tense.

"I'm sorry, excuse me to go to the toilet for a second." Said Mr. Raka after he finished his meal.

It was not to the toilet of his real destination. He came to a servant and gave her something.

"Remember, let no one know."

After the maid nodded, Mr. Raka took some red money she had stored in her pants pocket and handed it to the maid.

Not want Mila and others suspicious, Mr. Raka quickly returned his shirt.

Shortly after Mr. Raka returned, a waiter delivered their shirt dessert. He put it according to their orders.

Mr. Raka really can't wait to see Mila eat his dessert.

"Your choice is precisely Mil, tiramisu here is indeed the most delicious." Mr. Raka deliberately spoke like that so that Mila immediately ate his dessrt.

His efforts succeeded, Mila looks more curious about the taste. Inevitably he immediately tasted the tiramisu in front of him. It's true, it feels really good.

Mr. Raka smiled obliquely seeing Mila spend one piece of tiramisu without any remains. I can't wait to see the drug reaction. But he had to be patient, the medicine would only react for another hour.

After chatting for a while and interspersed with claws, mister Smith and his assistant retreated. That way, Mila's work ends today. Tomorrow there is only one agenda and then return to Jakarta. He was looking forward to going home and meeting Saga.

Mila saw her phone, there were two missed calls from her mother. Saga must be looking for him. He promised to read her a fairy tale tonight. Hopefully the hero has not slept.

"Sorry sir, since it's over, can I go back to my room?"

"Please."

Once you get permission, Mila is shocked to go back to her room. And as soon as he arrived, he immediately called Ms. Rahmi's number.

"Saga is sleeping." Mila felt guilty hearing that. He should have been able to estimate all this. His son must have been very disappointed.

"He must be snooping on Mom."

"His name is also a child. Don't think too much. Tomorrow buy him by for his heart to soften."

"All right, ma'am."

"You're good at your kiddo?" From his voice, I sounded anxious.

"If it's okay, Mom. Today's work is done. Stay tomorrow morning, it's home."

"Brave heart, son."

"Yes, Mom."

Mila ended her call. He still thought Saga, his mother must have had trouble persuading him to sleep.

Mila looked at the photo of Saga on her phone screen. The bigger it is, the more Elgar looks. His memories go back to the events on the balcony and elevator, is it true that he saw Elgar?

While Mila was still confused to think about it, her phone suddenly rang. The name of Mr. Raka is on the screen.